YOU CAN CALL ME AL
Paul Simon
A man walks down the street, he says, `why am I soft in the
middle, now?
Why am I soft in the middle and the rest of my life is so
hard?
I need a photo opportunity, I want a shot at redemption,
don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard.'
Bone-digger, bone-digger, dogs in the moonlight, far away my
well-lit door.
Mr. Beerbelly, beerbelly, get these mutts away from me,
you know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore.
If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal.
I can call you Betty, and Betty, when you call me you can call
me Al.
A man walks down the street, he says, `why am I short of
attention?
Got a short little span of attention and, woe, my nights are
so long.
Where's my wife and family, what if I die here,
who'll be my role model now that my role model is gone,
gone?
He ducked back down the alley with some roly-poly little
bat-faced girl.'
All alone, alone, there were incidents and accidents, there were
hints and allegations.
If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal.
I can call you Betty, and Betty, when you call me you can call me
Al, call me Al.
A man walks down the street, it's a street in a strange
world.
Maybe it's the third world, maybe it's his first time
around.
He doesn't speak the language, he holds no currency.
He is a foreign man, he is surrounded by the sound, the
sound
of cattle in the marketplace, scatterlings and orphanages.
He looks around, around, he sees angels in the architecture
spinning in infinity, he says, Amen and Hallelujah.
If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal.
I can call you Betty, and Betty, when you call me you can call
me Al.
Call me, na na na na, na na na na, na na na na, na na na
(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - April 2002)